Yesterday was a blah day and from the looks of it, today too will be one such day. To dream of a world where nothing ever went wrong, no relationships ever went sour, and things happened so smoothly that at least I didn’t have to bother about damage control. Is. Stupid. To get depressed on realising every time that that ideal world does not exist. Is. Fatal.
Will I learn?Ever?
I have nothing to say, no judgements, no errors in judgement to speak of. No half baked opinions or path breaking ideas, no self derogatory (or just derogatory) jokes, no critical illnesses, no mental health issues. No sarcasm. No brimming excitement-over-nothing. No love song in my head, no arguments brewing.
Just a peaceful easy feeling.
Take it from me, I have never felt like this before!
I know I am contradicting. But hell, thats exactly how I feel. Now.